What is worse, the lines are distinguished by their end stops, which also indicate the direction that the train travels in. With all the other names floating around, I am not surprised I have to look at the bloody map every time I take a train, because I just can't keep Wan Chai and Chai Wan apart!
And the same bloody line also has the stops Sai Wan, Cheung Wan, and Shau Wan. Oh. PLEASE!
Actually, I shouldn't complain; all the station names could be written in Chinese ;-) At least the different lines are colour-coded and the system is organized in a very logical fashion, so once you figure out how it works, it's pretty simple to use.
Now imagine 340,000 people per square mile and no public washrooms in evidence ;-) Helpful (Can you spell Schadenfreude?) bank security guards pointed out that McDonald's has a washroom (By the way: Washroom seems to be an unknown word; try saying toilet), but if you came from the wrong direction, you'd only find this McDonald's by the relieved faces of people coming out of it. Personally, I think they are hiding their sign because their toilet facilities are at the point of not being able to handle the flow.
I bought octopus on a stick from a street vendor. For less than 2 $CAN this is a steal.
The one dipped in Chili sauce that is being BBQ-ed is mine. Truly delicious!
Me and my fabulous 3 new shirts took the MTR back home, typed all this up, are postponing posting the gourgeous pictures of today's 4 Star Ferry trips until later, and are catching some sleep now!
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